Wednesday, January 22, 2014

The Day After

This is how it looks the day after. Doesn't look bad at all. Notice how not everyone takes care of their walk away. This is what makes me a prisoner in my own house. Forget calling with a complaint. Everyone is too busy working elsewhere. So storm after storm, those of us who are elderly and have a disability are confined to their homes. It is that or take a chance on falling and breaking a bone. Hope you are all doing well.

Downtown here the business' get their snow removed by the town and the snow plow drivers repeatedly keep pushing snow across the front of our driveways after we (the home owner/tax payers) clear it away. grrrrrr May a thousand fleas invest his/her crotch. ;0)(((hugs)))

About Me

The past March I turned 70, official a crone. I was born in the beautiful countryside, but have been living in the city for 30 odd years now. As a want-to-be be hippie, I first lived in Greenwich Village, then moved to Queens, and eventually here I am in Brooklyn, yearning to go home. I've spent much of my life in search of a path that I could feel comfortable with. It wasn't until I began working on my family tree that I discovered my Celtic background as well as ancestors from Ireland, Scotland, Britain, Germany, and France. Why I've a touch of Dutch and Native American in my blood. I have studied with the New Order of Druids.
I am also an ordained Interfaith minister and a victim advocate. I'm also an astrologer, have worked with numerology, enjoy mythology, psychology, sociology. On July 12th 2013 I retired from my job as a substance abuse counselor after 51 years of work. Now it is time for me, and I am enjoying every moment of it.